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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Procol Harum to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Anthony Braxton,
Donny Hathaway,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.