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 Papua New Guinea and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sound to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
Neu!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Model 500,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
X-101,
Kas Product,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Amazonics,
T. Rex,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.