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 San Marino and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rod Modell to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Al Stewart,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harmonia,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Interpol,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.