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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
The Victims,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Index,
EPMD,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.