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 Romania and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Music Machine to the electroclash 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.