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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Monks 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Martian,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Gong,
New Order,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Durutti Column,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.