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 San Marino 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Cybotron to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
The Doors,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Amazonics,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris & Cosey,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
T. Rex,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.