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 Turkey and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wire,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.