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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.