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 Micronesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rock 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Siglo XX,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Bang On A Can,
Brass Construction,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.