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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Steve Hackett,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Monks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
the Slits,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.