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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Funkadelic 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
Aural Exciters,
New York Dolls,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Rod Modell,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Echospace,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.