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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wings to the disco 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Franke,
Faraquet,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rekid,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Eurythmics,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Surgeon,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.