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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Scan 7,
Juan Atkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Crime,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
Faust,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Flag,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Organ,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.