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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 The Evens to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Count Five,
Von Mondo,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Magma,
Talk Talk,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Ossler,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.