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 Uganda and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
This Heat,
Nils Olav,
Section 25,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronan,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
The Gap Band,
Marine Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.