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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Lindisfarne,
the Soft Cell,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.