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 Germany and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the crunk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
The Dead C,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Saccharine Trust,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Steve Hackett,
The Gories,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.