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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the techno 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
U.S. Maple,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skriet,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.