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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Inner City,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.