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 Macedonia and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Urselle,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.