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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 ABBA to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.