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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Todd Terry to the crunk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
ABC,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Livin' Joy,
Basic Channel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.