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 Fiji 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Skarface to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
The Knickerbockers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Q65,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harmonia,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.