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 Antigua and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Sixth Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
The Barracudas,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Cheater Slicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.