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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Halifax.
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 mellotron 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 Basic Channel to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Rapeman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
EPMD,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.