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 Bologna.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone 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?
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Gang Green,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sandy B,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gastr Del Sol,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Ice-T,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Audionom,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Lou Reed,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.