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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.