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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fear to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Boredoms,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.