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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Reuben Wilson,
Cybotron,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Harpers Bizarre,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Davy DMX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Tremeloes,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.