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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Can,
Smog,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gun Club,
the Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.