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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rap 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camberwell Now,
The Black Dice,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.