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 Uzbekistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
JFA,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
Fela Kuti,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Todd Terry,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.