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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul II Soul,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June of 44,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.