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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
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 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 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.