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 Comoros and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Buzzcocks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.