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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tom Boy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
The Mojo Men,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang of Four,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Subhumans,
Can,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
Depeche Mode,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gong,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.