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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Technova to the rap 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Flag,
Index,
Quantec,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Ornette Coleman,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.