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 Kazakhstan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Danielle Patucci,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.