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 Switzerland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the grime 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funkadelic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Minnie Riperton,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
MDC,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
John Holt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sound,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
The Invisible,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
48th St. Collective,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.