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 Turkey and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Funky Four + One,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Urselle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.