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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Intrusion to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Fela Kuti,
Suicide,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Half Japanese,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Faust,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.