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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeff Lynne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Amazonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
the Swans,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.