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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Make Up,
ABBA,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.