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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
Don Cherry,
Juan Atkins,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Flash Fearless,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Charles Mingus,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Al Stewart,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.