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 Denmark and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Robert Görl,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.