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 Marshall Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Franke,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Davy DMX,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.