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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
Wasted Youth,
Fear,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
Absolute Body Control,
Adolescents,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.