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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
D'Angelo,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cramps,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MC5,
Cameo,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Near,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.