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 Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 spring reverb 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 The Fugs to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.