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 Chile 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Clear Light,
Bluetip,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Holt,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.