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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Eli Mardock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantytec,
Television,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.