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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Gladiators,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.