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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
The Residents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Liliput,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.