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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Max Romeo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Guru Guru,
The Move,
The Smiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Slick Rick,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Franke,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Rites of Spring,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.