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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
OOIOO,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Isaac Hayes,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.