Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Shuggie Otis,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Jeru the Damaja,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.