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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Boz Scaggs,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.