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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
The Smoke,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Pulsallama,
ABC,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
John Lydon,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.