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 Armenia and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Names to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sandy B,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Clear Light,
Altered Images,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.