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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
The Litter,
Jacques Brel,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
ABC,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Pylon,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Urselle,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oneida,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.