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 Belarus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Prince Buster to the funk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Theoretical Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Franke,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Mars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blake Baxter,
Wings,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Neil Young,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.