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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Ludus to the crunk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
UT,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Gichy Dan,
Scan 7,
Accadde A,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Hardrive,
The Doors,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Barry Ungar,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Hot Snakes,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Henry Cow,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.