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 Laos and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music 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?
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
The Evens,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Fad Gadget,
The Wake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.