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 Armenia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Groovy Waters to the punk 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Index,
Liliput,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Adolescents,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.