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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Scratch Acid,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New York Dolls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.