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 Iceland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Kas Product,
Joensuu 1685,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.