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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Khruangbin to the grunge 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 Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Public Enemy,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
The Motions,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.