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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Mojo Men to the punk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Tubeway Army,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
The Happenings,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.