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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the disco 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
The Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Rosa Yemen,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kayak,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delta 5,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.