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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Velvet Underground,
Terry Callier,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Warsaw,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Ludus,
Organ,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.