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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 American Breed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suicide,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Smog,
kango's stein massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Bill Wells,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.