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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Urselle,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Jandek,
Ice-T,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Drexciya,
Can,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.