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 Zambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Slick Rick,
X-102,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Au Pairs,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.