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 Mexico and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Schoolly D to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Crispy Ambulance,
Talk Talk,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.