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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Hashim to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Little Man,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Chrome,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacob Miller,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.