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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Stooges to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal 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?
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
Massinfluence,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
The Young Rascals,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.