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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Bill Wells,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Black Bananas,
Thompson Twins,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.