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 Singapore and from Salvador.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
Essential Logic,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Crispy Ambulance,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Henry Cow,
Shoche,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.