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 Swaziland 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scott Walker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare,
10cc,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Can,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nico,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.