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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Magma to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Deepchord,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Surgeon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalann,
Flipper,
Boredoms,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.