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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Yellowson to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.