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 Chile and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Talk Talk,
Michelle Simonal,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.