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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
10cc,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Lyres,
DNA,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.