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 Sierra Leone and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
New York Dolls,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Bang On A Can,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-102,
Audionom,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Technova,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.