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 Turkmenistan and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Hoover to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.