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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sparks to the jazz 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Talk Talk,
Susan Cadogan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pop Group,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry's Kids,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rakim,
The New Christs,
Can,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Jeru the Damaja,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pulsallama,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.