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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
Radiohead,
Wire,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
AZ,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.