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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Black Sheep,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
The Remains,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
LL Cool J,
June of 44,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The American Breed,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rod Modell,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Magazine,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.