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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Pulsallama,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Circle Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Derrick May,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.