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 Ireland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Names to the grime 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Trojans,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.