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 Laos and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nils Olav to the funk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Jawbox,
the Association,
DNA,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.