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 Mali and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Litter,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
Gong,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.