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 Serbia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Symarip,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pagans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rod Modell,
Man Parrish,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
UT,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
The Modern Lovers,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.