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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül II,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.