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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Sonics to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The American Breed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
E-Dancer,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Thee Headcoats,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.