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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Axelrod,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Toasters,
Monks,
Franke,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sound,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mad Mike,
Skarface,
Alice Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.