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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s 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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
The Star Department,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Chrome,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.