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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans 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?
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Joy Division,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.