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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Cameo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Kurtis Blow,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Pantytec,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.