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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Blancmange,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Barbara Tucker,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.