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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
The Index,
Hoover,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Kas Product,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
Donald Byrd,
Iggy Pop,
Yazoo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Alice Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.