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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Motorama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.