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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the techno 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.