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 Colombia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the punk 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Pylon,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cecil Taylor,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
The Walker Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.