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 Canada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Smog,
Royal Trux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Motions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
the Germs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.