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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the funk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Eve St. Jones,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ten City,
Darondo,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Smoke,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.