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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Order,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Dark Day,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Wake,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.