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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.