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 Hungary 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Jandek,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Sherman,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Harry Pussy,
The Pop Group,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.