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 Somalia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Second Layer,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Judy Mowatt,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Leaves,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Ohio Players,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Flash Fearless,
Mr. Review,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.