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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sonics,
The Victims,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Magazine,
Colin Newman,
B.T. Express,
Letta Mbulu,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.