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 Togo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.