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 Mauritius and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the grime 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
kango's stein massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris Corsano,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vainqueur,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.