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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.