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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter and Kerry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Dead C,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Yaz,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.