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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Shoche,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Inner City,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Isaac Hayes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Make Up,
Roxette,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
L. Decosne,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.