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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Dark Day,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.