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 Guatemala and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Organ,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deadbeat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.