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 Burundi and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Surgeon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Agitation Free,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Andrew Hill,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Copeland,
Interpol,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.