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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
June Days,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Tremeloes,
Wire,
Main Source,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Altered Images,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Ken Boothe,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.