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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Fad Gadget,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
ABC,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Lalann,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.