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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Aural Exciters,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magazine,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sixth Finger,
The Pop Group,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.