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 Norway and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bad Manners 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Barry Ungar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Adolescents,
Second Layer,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Sällskapet,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Henry Cow,
Derrick May,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.