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 Taiwan and from Houston.
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 Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Popol Vuh to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Neu!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Todd Terry,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.