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 France and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
Joy Division,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fad Gadget,
Gong,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Don Cherry,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.