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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Dorothy Ashby,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Moebius,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.