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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Darondo to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Chris & Cosey,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Colin Newman,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.