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 Ecuador 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
PIL,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
China Crisis,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Icehouse,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.