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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Lindisfarne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Ultra Naté,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shoche,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.