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 East Timor 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
The Busters,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Livin' Joy,
Little Man,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
Skriet,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Hoover,
Blossom Toes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.