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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Infiniti,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Red Krayola,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Wasted Youth,
The Motions,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.