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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 B.T. Express to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.