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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cal Tjader,
Cheater Slicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.