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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Tremeloes,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Black Moon,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Funky Four + One,
Sandy B,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.