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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Mission of Burma to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tears for Fears,
PIL,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Technova,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Moon,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.