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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 X-102 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minutemen,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABC,
Organ,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Ituana,
Connie Case,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Liliput,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.