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 Singapore and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Subhumans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Scan 7,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.