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 Rwanda and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
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 synthesizer 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Lakeside,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Black Sheep,
Trumans Water,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Moon,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Finger,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.