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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Siglo XX,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.