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 Botswana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Busters to the grunge 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Q65,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Swans,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.