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 Grenada and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Kenny Larkin,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.