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 Comoros and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Remains,
Sparks,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
The Slackers,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lucky Dragons,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gong,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.