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 Andorra and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Khruangbin,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Arab on Radar,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Alton Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.