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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Wally Richardson,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thee Headcoats,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
Vladislav Delay,
Danielle Patucci,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
Loose Ends,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.