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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sexual Harrassment,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Clear Light,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Grass Roots,
Outsiders,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Nico,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.