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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Lyres,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.