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 Ivory Coast 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 LL Cool J to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
The Barracudas,
Magazine,
Pole,
Audionom,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Chris Corsano,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
The Slits,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Scion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
EPMD,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Remains,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.