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 Sweden and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 U.S. Maple to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Smog,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.