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 Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Laurel Aitken,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
Black Pus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.