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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Wake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Victims 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arab on Radar,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.