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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monochrome Set to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Visage,
The Associates,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Bobby Womack,
Zapp,
F. McDonald,
Altered Images,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Au Pairs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Al Stewart,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
Graham Central Station,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.