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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Maleditus Sound to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Fat Boys,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Prince Buster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.