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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Man Parrish,
Ossler,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Half Japanese,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
Hoover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
This Heat,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.