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 Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 The Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Raincoats,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang of Four,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Young Marble Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Golliwogs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.