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 Israel and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the rock 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
The Cure,
Audionom,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.