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 Benin and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
The Monks,
Motorama,
The Techniques,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Toni Rubio,
Von Mondo,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.