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 Brazil and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Davy DMX to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry's Kids,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Section 25,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Selecter,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Slave,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
AZ,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.