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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Buckinghams,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Morten Harket,
Mantronix,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Eric Dolphy,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.