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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reed to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Little Man,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.