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 Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shoche,
The Doors,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
The Raincoats,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Echospace,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liliput,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
Japan,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Judy Mowatt,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Dennis Brown,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.