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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
The Young Rascals,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Marine Girls,
The Martian,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.