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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Cheater Slicks,
Ossler,
Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
The Smoke,
Vainqueur,
The Walker Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Nico,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Offenders,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Camberwell Now,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.