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 India 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Eurythmics,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Roxy Music,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.