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 Botswana and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
cv313,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Albert Ayler,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Mr. Review,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.