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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Loose Ends to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Marine Girls,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
The Sound,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
10cc,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick May,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.