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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.