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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Radio Birdman,
The Move,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Royal Trux,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
This Heat,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.