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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 cv313 to the rock 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Swans,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Black Pus,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Severed Heads,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Little Man,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.