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 South Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed,
Erykah Badu,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Boredoms,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
AZ,
cv313,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Audionom,
Interpol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.