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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the funk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Happenings,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reagan Youth,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
DJ Sneak,
The Move,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.