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 Thailand and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Ken Boothe,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
10cc,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.