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 India and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ohio Players,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Count Five,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
New Age Steppers,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.