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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pagans,
10cc,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Index,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Talk Talk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Ornette Coleman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.