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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Severed Heads,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
June of 44,
Lyres,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Maurizio,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Peter & Gordon,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.