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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Chrome,
Tears for Fears,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Rufus Thomas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.