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 Spain and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magazine,
The Gories,
the Human League,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Pantytec,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Black Flag,
Supertramp,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.