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 Yemen and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 One Last Wish to the disco 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
The Slits,
Lalann,
Pole,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.