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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Gang of Four,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
The Seeds,
New Order,
The Gories,
UT,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.