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 Cameroon and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Qualms to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Mission of Burma,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Fear,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Soulsonic Force,
Davy DMX,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.