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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
The Names,
Slave,
Grauzone,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Near,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Pantytec,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Bush Tetras,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.