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 Bahamas and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
The Velvet Underground,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.