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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
Quadrant,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
June Days,
UT,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Junior Murvin,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Monolake,
The Count Five,
Delta 5,
Derrick May,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.