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 Bangladesh 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Jawbox to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Youth Brigade,
Sex Pistols,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantytec,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.