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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Echospace,
Swans,
ABC,
Mars,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.