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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Bourne,
Amazonics,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Swans,
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
The Saints,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
UT,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.