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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Yellowson,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.