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 Rwanda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Prince Buster to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Henry Cow,
The Gories,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.