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 Congo and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Dual Sessions,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rod Modell,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
D'Angelo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
The Gories,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.