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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-Ray Spex,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heaven 17,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Donny Hathaway,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
a-ha,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.