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 Belgium and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cure,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Ossler,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
10cc,
Terrestrial Tones,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
Deepchord,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Excepter,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.