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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Yellowson,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick Morgan,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Index,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Television Personalities,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Glenn Branca,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronnie Foster,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.