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 Japan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Tears for Fears,
Joey Negro,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Can,
T. Rex,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.