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 Niger and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Davy DMX to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Wings,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Echospace,
cv313,
Kerri Chandler,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.