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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Popol Vuh,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Kool Moe Dee,
Qualms,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.