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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aswad,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Matthew Halsall,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.