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 Latvia and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
Patti Smith,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.