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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Wire,
Severed Heads,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Spoonie Gee,
Gong,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marmalade,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.