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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 rhodes 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Searchers,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Alison Limerick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
UT,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.