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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barclay James Harvest,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gong,
Animal Collective,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Althea and Donna,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Television Personalities,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
ABC,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.