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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
AZ,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pulsallama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.