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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Matthew Bourne to the disco 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
David McCallum,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.