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 Indonesia and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Roger Hodgson,
Panda Bear,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marine Girls,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Terry,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Sherman,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Gong,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.