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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.