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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
Ponytail,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Dead C,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.