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 Singapore and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Magma,
Matthew Bourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.