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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Procol Harum,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.