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 China and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Sarah Menescal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.