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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
The Pop Group,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Make Up,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Standells,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.