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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skarface,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
Tres Demented,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris Corsano,
Cheater Slicks,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Excepter,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.