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 Mexico and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Underground Resistance to the rock 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
John Holt,
The Litter,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
JFA,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.