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 Nauru and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sam Rivers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barrington Levy,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Simply Red,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Nico,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.