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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neil Young to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
The Misunderstood,
Basic Channel,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cybotron,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Wally Richardson,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Remains,
Lyres,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.