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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Gong,
Country Teasers,
Cluster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
D'Angelo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Roger Hodgson,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.