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 Australia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.