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 Korea South and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lungfish,
Bootsy Collins,
X-101,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Gerry Rafferty,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
The Gap Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.