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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Motorama,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kurtis Blow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.