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 Sweden and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Whodini to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy Collins,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Television,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Index,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.