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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Audionom,
The Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Darondo,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.