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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Pus,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tears for Fears,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.