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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Kinks,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Fluxion,
Monks,
The Names,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
the Slits,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Chrome,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.