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 Maldives and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Scion 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Rites of Spring,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
The Count Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
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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.