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 Samoa and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fire Engines to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
the Normal,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
Davy DMX,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suicide,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.