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 Somalia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
T.S.O.L.,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minny Pops,
Malaria!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.