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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fatback Band,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mandrill,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
ABC,
CMW,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.