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 Mali and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Sex Pistols,
The Dead C,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.