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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the grime 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Idris Muhammad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
Aswad,
Suicide,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.