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 Antigua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Underground Resistance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Vogues,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magma,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.