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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glenn Branca to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Technova,
The Sonics,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
The Star Department,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.