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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
James White and The Blacks,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Lee Hazlewood,
DNA,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
The Standells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.