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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
New York Dolls,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David McCallum,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lakeside,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.