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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Mission of Burma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Los Fastidios,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.