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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
X-Ray Spex,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.