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 Tunisia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Eden Ahbez,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Babytalk,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Wake,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.