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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
Letta Mbulu,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Slick Rick,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.