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 Iran and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Symarip,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Henry Cow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Rakim,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
The Smiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Mummies,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Can,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.