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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wasted Youth to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Livin' Joy,
B.T. Express,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Kayak,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Connie Case,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.