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 Mauritania and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
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 organ 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 Accadde A to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Hot Snakes,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Ludus,
Chris & Cosey,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Shoche,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
EPMD,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül II,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.