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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Wake,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
June Days,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.