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 Congo and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Motorama,
ABC,
the Association,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.