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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Harpers Bizarre to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Gichy Dan,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Fear,
Duran Duran,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.