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 Iraq and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
The Victims,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Youth Brigade,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
Qualms,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.