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 Slovakia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
cv313,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Zapp,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.