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 Cambodia and from London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Bang On A Can,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantytec,
The Cowsills,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
The Blues Magoos,
The Moleskins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Outsiders,
Chrome,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.