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 Ukraine and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Faust to the punk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Idris Muhammad,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.