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 Kenya and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Görl,
The Cramps,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.