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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Peter and Kerry,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Shoche,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Angels of Light,
Joey Negro,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Ponytail,
Idris Muhammad,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.