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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
The Fugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Deepchord,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.