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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Danielle Patucci,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Maurizio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Pole,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.