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 Argentina 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 the Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
cv313,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang On A Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.