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 Bhutan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Make Up,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.