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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Easy Going,
T.S.O.L.,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.