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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Remains to the rock 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
John Foxx,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Smog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Judy Mowatt,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
The Monks,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics,
Brick,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.