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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Depeche Mode,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
The Move,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Skarface,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.