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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Qualms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ponytail,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Zero Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.