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 Kosovo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Pere Ubu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Invisible,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.