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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Marc Almond to the grunge 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Japan,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Index,
Loose Ends,
Rekid,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.