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 Gabon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Invisible,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chris Corsano,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Cymande,
Quando Quango,
Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.