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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
Pole,
Aloha Tigers,
Nirvana,
One Last Wish,
the Bar-Kays,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Clear Light,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jawbox,
Television,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.