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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Cymande,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.