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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.