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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Intrusion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.