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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Cameo,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dirtbombs,
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Mars,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.