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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soulsonic Force,
10cc,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
the Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
The Slackers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Oneida,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Altered Images,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Gong,
Ludus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
One Last Wish,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.