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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 AZ to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
E-Dancer,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
The Toasters,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.