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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harry Pussy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Connie Case,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.