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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.