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 New Zealand and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
MC5,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pole,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kas Product,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Aural Exciters,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.