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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
cv313,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gichy Dan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.