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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Kas Product to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
The Cure,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Gong,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Magma,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.