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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Cameo,
Inner City,
DNA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Gong,
Kas Product,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.