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 Norway and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Main Source,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
The Grass Roots,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.