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 Niger and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Divine Comedy,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Mars,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Star Department,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.