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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
New Order,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Gap Band,
Marc Almond,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Aaron Thompson,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.