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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
Peter and Kerry,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
AZ,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sam Rivers,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Altered Images,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reagan Youth,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.