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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Bill Wells to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.