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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Rekid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Althea and Donna,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.