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 Ethiopia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Accadde A,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Connie Case,
Television Personalities,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The J.B.'s,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
New Order,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
The Blackbyrds,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.