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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
cv313,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Faust,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
The Cure,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Smog,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.