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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Tropical Tobacco,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Idris Muhammad,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Sam Rivers,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.