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 Nepal and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
John Cale,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Ronan,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
The Selecter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Desert Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.