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 Turkey and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Wings,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Michelle Simonal,
Organ,
Josef K,
AZ,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.