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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Ludus,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Dead Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chrome,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.