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 China and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crime,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
The Index,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
Suicide,
The Evens,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeru the Damaja,
Y Pants,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.