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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Sneak,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Desert Stars,
Scientists,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.