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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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?
Popol Vuh,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Deakin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Crash Course in Science,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
The American Breed,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.