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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Little Man,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.