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 Costa Rica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Depeche Mode,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Mission of Burma,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Public Enemy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Agent Orange,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.