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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Modern Lovers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Crime,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
the Normal,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.