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 Eritrea and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalann,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Yaz,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.