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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Swans to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bronski Beat,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
Girls At Our Best!,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.