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 Eritrea 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
ABC,
Sällskapet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Easy Going,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Essential Logic,
Boz Scaggs,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moby Grape,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.