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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Gong,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Lalann,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.