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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
John Cale,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
The Fortunes,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.