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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bar-Kays 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Crime,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Black Bananas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.