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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Subhumans,
Brothers Johnson,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
New Age Steppers,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Crime,
Bad Manners,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
X-Ray Spex,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.