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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Lucky Dragons,
Icehouse,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.