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 China and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Quadrant,
Nico,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.