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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Dave Gahan,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The Associates,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Arab on Radar,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.