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 Norway and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Walker Brothers to the grime 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
The Wake,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camouflage,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
Magma,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.