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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grunge 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Real Kids,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
The Litter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Chrome,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.