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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Grass Roots to the grunge 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Monochrome Set,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
The Barracudas,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.