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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Los Fastidios,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
Deakin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.