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 Iraq and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
China Crisis,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.