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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Association,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Infiniti,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Yusef Lateef,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.