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 Belgium and from London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amon Düül II 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.