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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.