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 Venezuela 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 The Martian to the jazz 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
A Certain Ratio,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
Chrome,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.