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 Paris.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
Symarip,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.