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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hoover,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.