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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slackers to the crunk 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
Brothers Johnson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sällskapet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
The Kinks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
The Black Dice,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.