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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Soulsonic Force to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Robert Görl,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
10cc,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Sex Pistols,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.