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 Ivory Coast 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Oblivians,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Vainqueur,
Marc Almond,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Gories,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.