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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
Moby Grape,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Magma,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
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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.