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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Maurizio to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Moebius,
Davy DMX,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.