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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jacques Brel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
cv313,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
David McCallum,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.