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 Canada and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Sun City Girls to the rock 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Raincoats,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Symarip,
Urselle,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Q65,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.