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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 sitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Pole,
Barry Ungar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camberwell Now,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
The Sound,
Swell Maps,
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Blossom Toes,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Smog,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
The Velvet Underground,
Susan Cadogan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.