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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the disco 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Yaz,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.