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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Can,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.