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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Pagans to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Blancmange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Make Up,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.