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 Mozambique and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
KRS-One,
Wire,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
The Leaves,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.