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 Mali and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the disco 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
The Fire Engines,
The Remains,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
X-101,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.