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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Rekid 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Black Flag,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
PIL,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
Slave,
James White and The Blacks,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Susan Cadogan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.