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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Schoolly D,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cal Tjader,
Marcia Griffiths,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Grass Roots,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.