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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Pole,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Altered Images,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.