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 Portugal and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
Amon Düül II,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Leaves,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Duran Duran,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Invisible,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Camberwell Now,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.