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 Italy and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
The Vogues,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Faust,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slackers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
The Remains,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Gong,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.