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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
CMW,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skaos,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Darondo,
Zapp,
DNA,
The Real Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.