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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Deakin,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.