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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Barry Ungar,
Excepter,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
10cc,
Harry Pussy,
Andrew Hill,
Faraquet,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.