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 Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 The Buckinghams to the jazz 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Goldenarms,
Television,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.