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 Korea South 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Scion,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Raincoats,
This Heat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.