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 India and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
The Gories,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
The Fugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.