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 Croatia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Sugar Minott,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Patti Smith,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.