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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Excepter,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
The Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Chrome,
Quantec,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
John Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Faust,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.