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 Solomon Islands and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
the Association,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Simply Red,
Pylon,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
Roxette,
UT,
X-102,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Vainqueur,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.