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 Spain and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.