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 Cyprus 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Guru Guru,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
Mantronix,
Easy Going,
New Order,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.