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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Moleskins to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Oblivians,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.