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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Yaz,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
AZ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.