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 Slovenia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Technova to the electroclash 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Anakelly,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
John Cale,
Anthony Braxton,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Zapp,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
The Happenings,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.