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 Mozambique 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
MDC,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
John Lydon,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.