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 Chad 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the dance 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
The Wake,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Simply Red,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
The Monks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.