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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Wasted Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
David Axelrod,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.