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 Israel and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Darondo to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Busters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Dual Sessions,
Hot Snakes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.