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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
Sun City Girls,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Selecter,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Nas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.