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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Roger Hodgson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Susan Cadogan,
Harmonia,
Barrington Levy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Franke,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Technova,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.