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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Glenn Branca,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
The Trojans,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Standells,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.