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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Skriet,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eli Mardock,
Gabor Szabo,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
This Heat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Smog,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Oneida,
Albert Ayler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.