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 Monaco and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
The Kinks,
Rapeman,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Kurtis Blow,
Newcleus,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.