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 Djibouti and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 808 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 Niagra to the punk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.