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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bang On A Can to the grunge 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Brick,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Japan,
Fat Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Negative Approach,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tropical Tobacco,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.