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 Denmark and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Lower 48,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
UT,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.