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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Barracudas,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Schoolly D,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Porter Ricks,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.