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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
The Slackers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
The Remains,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gun Club,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Smog,
Nas,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.