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 Senegal 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Brass Construction,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q and Not U,
Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.