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 Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cymande to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
June Days,
Icehouse,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Agitation Free,
Nico,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.