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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Monolake,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nas,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gun Club,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Judy Mowatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.