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 Algeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Names to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Darondo,
Quantec,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Faust,
PIL,
Lalann,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
The Human League,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.