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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Simply Red,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
FM Einheit,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Magma,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.