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 United States and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Pylon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
PIL,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
Scion,
Lalann,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.