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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dawn Penn to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers,
Aloha Tigers,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Motorama,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Sarah Menescal,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.