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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Pantaleimon,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Flag,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Can,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.