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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hardrive,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Heaven 17,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.