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 Iraq and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Minor Threat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.