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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
UT,
Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
World's Most,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Morten Harket,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
F. McDonald,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radiohead,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Maleditus Sound,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.