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 Russia and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Ultra Naté,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Josef K,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Pretty Things,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.