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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
10cc,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Charles Mingus,
Desert Stars,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Hot Snakes,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.