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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
JFA,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blancmange,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.