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 Poland 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Quadrant,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Darondo,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Index,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Hardrive,
Clear Light,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.