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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oblivians to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
The Stooges,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
the Human League,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.