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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Animal Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.