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 Brunei and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Yaz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Slits,
Flipper,
Cymande,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
AZ,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
T. Rex,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Count Five,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Brick,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Ossler,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.