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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.