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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
The Misunderstood,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Robert Hood,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Pole,
R.M.O.,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
The Toasters,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.