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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bill Near to the funk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mantronix,
Television,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.