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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 New York Dolls 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Monolake,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Pulsallama,
Brand Nubian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.