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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visage,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.