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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Seeds,
Wings,
EPMD,
Nirvana,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.