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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.