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 Congo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
The Count Five,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scan 7,
AZ,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.