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 Cameroon and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Toasters to the funk 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Aswad,
Fear,
PIL,
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Babytalk,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.