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 Lithuania and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slits,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Rhythm & Sound,
Organ,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.