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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Average White Band,
The Buckinghams,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Vainqueur,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yellowson,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.