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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MDC,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scion,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Bill Near,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Los Fastidios,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.