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 Colombia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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?
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Can,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
David Bowie,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Main Source,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.