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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Essential Logic,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
June Days,
Japan,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
Motorama,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Whodini,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.