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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Brand Nubian,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fela Kuti,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
the Germs,
Brick,
Pylon,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.