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 Nicaragua 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Cramps,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
the Normal,
The Doors,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.