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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kerri Chandler to the techno 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Can,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Ossler,
Surgeon,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Names,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.