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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
R.M.O.,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
The Busters,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Warren Ellis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
The Seeds,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Fear,
Scrapy,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.