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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Roxette,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Technova,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Grey Daturas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.