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 Guyana and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
Cluster,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.