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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Hardrive to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Zapp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cure,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
The Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.