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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Cale,
Josef K,
The Gun Club,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Ossler,
Blossom Toes,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.