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 Armenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Deadbeat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Hashim,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
John Holt,
Robert Hood,
Aaron Thompson,
X-101,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.