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 Ghana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 Kaleidoscope to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Easy Going,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.