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 Canada and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Moebius,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Black Pus,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.