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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.