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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Reuben Wilson,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Sight & Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Duran Duran,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.