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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Animal Collective to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Moss Icon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
Motorama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.