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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Wire,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Hashim,
DJ Style,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.