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 Philippines and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Buzzcocks 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Tubeway Army,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Gong,
Oblivians,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.