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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
The Buckinghams,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Moleskins,
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
KRS-One,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Panda Bear,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.