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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Nik Kershaw,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.