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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Skarface,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.