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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 güiro 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 Ultravox to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Magazine,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick May,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.