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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MDC,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Faust,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Can,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.