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 Argentina and from Toronto.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Hoover,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harmonia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.