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 Zambia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Lucky Dragons,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Niagra,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Young Marble Giants,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Franke,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.