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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
The Kinks,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Wyatt,
Graham Central Station,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Mr. Review,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.