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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Trojans,
Swell Maps,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Red Krayola,
Isaac Hayes,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.