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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Albert Ayler,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
June Days,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.