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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Index to the rock 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
The Residents,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Graham Central Station,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Roxette,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.