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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
Gong,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Rundgren,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.