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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Albert Ayler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.