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 Bolivia and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Wasted Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Make Up,
Babytalk,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.