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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Wyatt,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Yazoo,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.