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 Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Ohio Players,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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