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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
the Sonics,
DNA,
Suicide,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.