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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Moleskins to the rock 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Gong,
Jerry's Kids,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.