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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Sparks,
Marc Almond,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
CMW,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.