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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxette,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
John Holt,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Sound Behaviour,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Index,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.