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 Portugal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxette,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
The Evens,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.