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 Greece and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Skriet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Womack,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.