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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
cv313,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mantronix,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Fear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.