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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 sitar 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
The Doors,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.