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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.