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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
E-Dancer,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Cameo,
Motorama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun Ra,
Make Up,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Slick Rick,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Hashim,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.