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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Kayak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nico,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.