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 Grenada and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Index to the disco 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Monks,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Ituana,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.