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 Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Liliput to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Lou Reed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Red Krayola,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
UT,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Sherman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.