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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Red Krayola,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Mission of Burma,
Vladislav Delay,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Saccharine Trust,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.