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 Guyana 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Japan,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Bar-Kays,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.