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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donald Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Swans,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.