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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Bluetip,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Magazine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.