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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DNA,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Amazonics,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
Mars,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.