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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Icehouse,
Q65,
X-102,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Hot Snakes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
The Litter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.