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 Mongolia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
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 theremin 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Durutti Column,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Cluster,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Newcleus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun City Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.