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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Crooked Eye,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Malaria!,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
The Doors,
Whodini,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.