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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
the Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Kas Product,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brand Nubian,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.