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 Ireland 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
New Order,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Roxette,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
The Doors,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nico,
Flipper,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.