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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rekid,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Pulsallama,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.