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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 Yaz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kerri Chandler,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
DNA,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
New York Dolls,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.