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 Finland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Tim Buckley 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker,
Silicon Teens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.