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 the UAE and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
the Slits,
DNA,
The Leaves,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Lyres,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-102,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.