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 El Salvador and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tommy Roe to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
Glenn Branca,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barry Ungar,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.