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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 oboe 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Con Funk Shun,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
June of 44,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.