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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Quantec,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scion,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.