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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
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 guitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantytec,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Liliput,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.