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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 T.S.O.L. to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Dead C,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
The Names,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
FM Einheit,
Moby Grape,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Wake,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Fat Boys,
Wire,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.