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 Fiji and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the grunge 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Slits,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scientists,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Amon Düül II,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.