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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
This Heat,
Swans,
The Saints,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Franke,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.