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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hoover to the rap 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Order,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flamin' Groovies,
Interpol,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Reuben Wilson,
World's Most,
the Association,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
UT,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Pagans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.