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 Argentina and from New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Dark Day,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
MC5,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
Ultra Naté,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.