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 Brazil and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.