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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
MC5,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Scientists,
Television,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
X-102,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric B and Rakim,
World's Most,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Swans,
Moebius,
Lungfish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dead Boys,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.