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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
The Knickerbockers,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Shoche,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Tears for Fears,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.