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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Scion,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.