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 Ethiopia 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
OOIOO,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Swans,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Quadrant,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.