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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
The Moleskins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Urselle,
DNA,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
Kayak,
Pole,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.