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 Yemen 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 spring reverb 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 Isaac Hayes to the rock 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stiv Bators,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.