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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Technova to the disco 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Stooges,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zapp,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Inner City,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.