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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Accadde A,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.