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 Indonesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Angels of Light,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
New York Dolls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
Suburban Knight,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
a-ha,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.