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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wally Richardson,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
Lyres,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Order,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scan 7,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
10cc,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Moebius,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.