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 Ethiopia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
The Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
Crime,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.