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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Japan,
Audionom,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.