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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Supertramp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Steve Hackett,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.