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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Swell Maps,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.