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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Brass Construction to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Excepter,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Barracudas,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.