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 Nepal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
R.M.O.,
John Holt,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.