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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Mars,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Steve Hackett,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
David Bowie,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.