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 Guinea-Bissau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
Howard Jones,
Radiohead,
Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Television,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Kinks,
Prince Buster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ludus,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lower 48,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.