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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Reuben Wilson,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.