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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Smoke 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Slave,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.