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 Solomon Islands and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Ossler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Reagan Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Slave,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Wells,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.