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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the dance 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Five Americans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warsaw,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.