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 Suriname and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
The Tremeloes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
cv313,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.