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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kurtis Blow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.