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 Seychelles and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Sight & Sound,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barry Ungar,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.