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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Public Enemy,
Scratch Acid,
The Angels of Light,
The Gladiators,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Outsiders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.