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 Moldova and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Halsall,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Happenings,
the Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
10cc,
Quadrant,
Pussy Galore,
Inner City,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.