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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 The Doors to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
The Blues Magoos,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Residents,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
The Gories,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.