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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wally Richardson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Trumans Water,
The New Christs,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.