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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Urselle,
Monks,
Mandrill,
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
the Association,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
K-Klass,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Erasure,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Arthur Verocai,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Misunderstood,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.