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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Index,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
The Young Rascals,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.