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 China and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Skaos to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Scion,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
James White and The Blacks,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Matthew Halsall,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Cluster,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.