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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Bill Near,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sex Pistols,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
Crime,
Fear,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.