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 Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the disco 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Maurizio,
Crash Course in Science,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Can,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.