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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.