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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
X-102,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Wolf Eyes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minutemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.