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 Denmark and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jacques Brel to the grime 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
the Human League,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Scrapy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
The Trojans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.