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 Lebanon and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Outsiders,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Y Pants,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Sandy B,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thee Headcoats,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harry Pussy,
The Fuzztones,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.