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 Ukraine 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
F. McDonald,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.