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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Soul II Soul,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
PIL,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Smog,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Wire,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Mills,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lyres,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.