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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The Searchers,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Erasure,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.