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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz 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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Simply Red,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
AZ,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Associates,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.