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 East Timor and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
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 rhodes 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Slackers,
Brick,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Fear,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Sugar Minott,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Guru Guru,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.