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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wally Richardson,
Little Man,
MDC,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
John Holt,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.