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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
David Axelrod,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fortunes,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.