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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
a-ha,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Slave,
DNA,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.