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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Aaron Thompson,
Arcadia,
Warsaw,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
Loose Ends,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.