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 Brazil and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Wasted Youth,
Easy Going,
ABC,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
Joey Negro,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vladislav Delay,
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Urselle,
Minnie Riperton,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.