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 Liechtenstein 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 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 Barrington Levy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Section 25,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pierre Henry,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.