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 Indonesia 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
U.S. Maple,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gichy Dan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
Faust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erasure,
Fluxion,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agent Orange,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.