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 Lebanon and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
the Association,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Wings,
Cameo,
Kayak,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Shuggie Otis,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.