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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
The Move,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Tres Demented,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Techniques,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Organ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Skarface,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.