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 Montenegro and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Motions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
The Golliwogs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.