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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the grunge 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yellowson,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Rekid,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.