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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Royal Trux,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Cheater Slicks,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
UT,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.